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WANDERINGS IN 



Second 

 Journey, 



Rainy 

 Seasons. 



Embarks 

 for Cayenne. 



flew away on his retiring ; one alone left his little life 

 in the air, destined to become a specimen, mute and 

 motionless, for the inspection of the curious in . a far 

 distant clime. 



It was now the rainy season ; the birds were moulting ; 

 fifty-eight specimens of the handsomest of them in the 

 neighbourhood of Pernambuco had been collected ; and 

 it was time to proceed elsewhere. The conveyance to 

 the interior was by horses ; and this mode, together with 

 the heavy rains, would expose preserved specimens to 

 almost certain damage. The journey to Maranham by 

 land, would take at least forty days. The route was not 

 wild enough to engage the attention of an explorer, or 

 civilized enough to afford common comforts to a traveller. 

 By sea there were no opportunities, except slave ships. 

 As the transporting poor negroes from port to port for 

 sale pays well in Brazil, the ships' decks are crowded with 

 them. This would not do. 



Excuse here, benevolent reader, a small tribute of 

 gratitude to an Irish family, whose urbanity and goodness 

 have long gained it the esteem and respect of all ranks 

 in Pernambuco. The kindness and attention I received 

 from Dennis Kearney, Esq. and his amiable lady, will be 

 remembered with gratitude to my dying day. 



After wishing farewell to this hospitable family, I 

 embarked on board a Portuguese brig, with poor accom- 

 modations, for Cayenne in Guiana. The most eligible bed- 



